American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 42 Campus, Again

[Maria, don't worry. Since I did it, I will definitely bear the consequences.]

Baling noticed that the emotions overflowing from Maria's soul inside his body were fluctuating violently, which showed that she was really panicked.

As a last resort, Baling could only comfort her more.

If I buy them some gifts to apologize and beg them to forgive me, will that lead to reconciliation? Everyone will be happy and act as if nothing happened.

Maria thought naively, poor silly girl, always thinking about things from the perspective of a weak person.

"I don't think so. If you do that, it might actually scare them into kneeling down and begging for mercy, asking you to let them go and stop insulting and torturing them."

Baling reasoned from his own perspective.

Maria was at her wit's end.

[Ba Ling, is there any way to save this? Please help me, please.]

She begged, what Baling had done for her was more than she could bear.

Why should I save him? Haven't I done well?

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

They were the ones who started the trouble, so the beating they received is what they deserve.

Baling finally discovered what the problem was.

It turned out that Maria's thinking had not changed, her outlook had not been broadened, and she still habitually looked at the world with a timid eye.

The bad things she encountered during this period, in the eyes of adults, were not actually major events that could crush her life.

But for Baling, it was a trivial matter.

He had seen rivers of blood, so a little friction was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Maria, you have to be confident. You are no longer a little girl who is ignored by everyone. I will help you. Just leave it to me."

【All you have to do is believe. 】

Baling's confident words calmed Maria down, and she felt a sense of security.

[What are you going to do? Can you please promise me that you won't elbow me anymore, okay?]

Maria was afraid that the matter would get out of hand again, and also for the sake of her own reputation, she pleaded with Baling in a low voice.

I'm on my own, Maria. Relax, everything will be fine, I promise. Okay, I need to focus on the class. I'm going to shut up and stop chatting. We'll talk after class if you have anything else to say.

In the classroom, "Maria" stood on her seat holding an upside-down book, gave a slight respect to the teacher lecturing on the stage, and then swiped her phone to watch a video.

Jingle Bell!
The sound of the end of get out of class.

It's time for lunch break.

It’s time to go eat.

"Maria" walked leisurely on the road, and from time to time she could see people pointing at her and whispering to her secretly.

Baling also knew that his record had been spread by people on the school bus this morning.

Maria's status as an "elbow master" can basically no longer be hidden.

The whole grade was saying that she was a girl who was good at fighting and practiced fighting skills hard for revenge and watched UFC videos every day.

After settling down for a long time, it suddenly became a sensation this morning.

Baling had learned about these things through the school forum and chat group.

"Stop, your end is here, Maria."

Halfway through a long white corridor, I suddenly saw four familiar-looking boys.

They are Mark and his three friends - Baker, Moore and Anton.

It's just that they upgraded their equipment.

They wore black helmets and black hockey uniforms and each held a hockey stick.

They moved to block Maria's front and back escape routes, and even with the bruises under their helmets still lingering, they rushed over to challenge her.

What happened in the morning was so embarrassing that the whole school was talking about it and they became the hottest joke.

For this reason, they united and decided to take revenge no matter how shameless they were.

"Ahhh!" Screams rang out, and the crowd consciously moved to both sides, leaving space for those who were about to fight.

So exciting, so exciting, there is another good show to watch.

Sudden events add a bit of fun to the boring campus life.

The onlookers did not mind the big deal and did not even rush to eat. They stopped and found a good seat to watch the fight.

The camera of the mobile phone opened automatically, and I had to take some pictures and send them to my circle.

"Beat her, brothers!" Mark twisted his mouth. This was the shame left to her by "Maria". He hated this stupid twisted mouth.

As the person who hated her the most, Mark was the first to go up.

He picked up the hockey stick and smashed it down on Maria's head, swearing that he would make her face look crooked.

"You incompetent idiots, even four of you can't defeat me."

"Maria" taunted unhurriedly, misstepping her foot to avoid the hockey stick and kicking out.

Mark leaned over and fell to the side, hitting his head against the wall. Even with the protection of a helmet, blood still flowed from his nose.

There was no time to feel sorry for Mark, as it was Baker's turn to play next. He decided to use the length of his weapon to his advantage, gripping the hockey stick and jabbing it into Maria's abdomen.

"You're a piece of crap too."

With a sneer on her face, "Maria" lifted her leg lightly, waited for the right moment, and stepped down the hockey stick.

See through it, kid!
Baker couldn't stop his momentum and was carried forward by the hockey stick. "Maria" raised her knee and hit him, and the former immediately followed Mark's footsteps.

After a scream, Baker's helmet flew up and hit the wall on the other side. With a "bang", he bounced back and fell to the ground.

There are only two people left.

Moore and Anton looked at each other, then rushed in opposite directions at the same time, their legs running wildly.

"Humph! Trying to escape."

boom!
With a flick of the toe of her shoe, the helmet on the ground bounced into the air. After bouncing a few times, "Maria" made a handsome volley.

Shoot!

The helmet drew a graceful parabola and hit Moore's helmet accurately.

The two collided and More fell down.

the other side.

The hockey stick spun rapidly, turning into a helicopter propeller, chasing Anton who was fleeing in a low position.

His right foot was raised, and his left foot was hit by the hockey stick chasing him from behind.

As expected, the last person also fell.

After falling down in a mess, he slid several meters along the smooth ground.

"Who else?"

Faced with Maria's resounding question, the onlookers suddenly burst into enthusiastic screams and cheers, and flash cameras flashed one after another.

"kungfu!"

"Nice fight!"

"That's cool! Teach me."

"..."

No one cared about the defeat of Mark and others because they had a bad reputation to begin with. When they were beaten, some people even cheered and applauded secretly.

Mark and his team's attempt to avenge their previous defeat turned into another defeat.

Feeling ashamed, they left in disgrace, not daring to say a single harsh word.

With a confident toss of her hair, her hairstyle remaining the same, "Maria" continued to walk towards the cafeteria.

As if walking with the wind, "Maria" attracted everyone's attention.

On the way, many students who had watched "Maria" perform live came over to talk to her, wanting to know who she learned from and what techniques she used.

What's more, he has been asking her when she will play in a professional game, and he is willing to donate tickets to support her.

(End of this chapter)